You’ve come to me with a burning question; Ever since we’ve gotten together you’ve been raising and fattening up a chicken. Our bird. And now you come to me with a guilty look on your face and tell me that you WANT me to eat him! WHAT?! Not us. Just me?! NO! Absolutely not! You ask me again, BEGGING, and I humor you. “You know, if I do this, our relationship will never be the same again I unbutton my pink satin blouse, and pull down my white work slacks and slap my belly “Now go cook it up!” So you get to work in the kitchen, preparing the bird for my consumption. You hand me a whole entire plated bird, that is browned to perfection and smells delicious. I pat my stomach and ask if you’re ready to watch me. I take a huge inhale of the aroma of the bird and moan. I start by peeling a little skin and licking the grease off of my fingers. Taking a little sip of soda water, and then I rip off a soft juicy legs and start feasting. Piece by piece I gorge myself, swallowing hard, bloating my belly with meat! I don’t understand why you wanted this, and why you begged me, but there’s no turning back as I consume. I burp, eat, bloat and repeat. The chicken juice running down my chin and I chew the bird up right in your face. I eat the whole thing and show you whats left on the pan as I lay down on the couch and allow my huge bloated belly to bubble up and over my bottoms, we can hear the digestion sounds begin, and I keep sipping and sloshing. You make a confession to me, that you love me, and I tell you that I already knew that and rip a big burp. But I have bad news, I don’t feel the same. So not only has your bird been eaten to bones, and now our relationship will never be the same